MAKING HER LEGS SHAKE

I move her with a delicate vibration,
to writhe in pleasure,on a bed of color.

We stare through mirrors at the penetration,
and stay connected for endless hours.

Salt of sweat,yet sweet the taste,
I fold her body to deepen the thrusts.

The fluids heat,as I speed up the pace,
and we search ourselves through aching lust.

I spin her around while still inside,
to feel her breasts against my chest.

"Harder,faster,yes"she cries,
through drenched flesh smacking,and loss of breath.

Eyeliner,black,and tears combined,
become artwork smeared,with rhythmic strokes.

Her movements stutter,it's almost time,
her motion,her pulse,warn I to am close.

When explodes the moment of ecstacy,
wine glasses rattle,they spill,they break.

Simultaneous victories,
success in making her legs shake;)